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letra de high-noon hoopla - mdhr, juno songs

intro

mooooooo-haw!

chorus

this here town ain’t big enough for you and me!
so you better flee, this cow’s fancy-free!
good or bad or ugly, i’ve never been matched
think you can step to esther winchester
the heifer hooligan of the west, no sheriff can catch?
so you little varmints want some juicy limes? do your own crimes!
’cause they’re all mine! stickin’ up the wild west, but it’s all smiles-
’cause i’m the rootin’-ist, shootin’-ist outlaw, in the inkwell isles!

chorus

moo-haw!

you cups sure got beef with me, that much, i can see!
you’re texas toast, i’m gonna roast you at high noon!
so lets’ play! yippie-ki-yi-yay! you can’t out-outlaw this brilliant bovine bandit, not today! pesky little tumblers, you’re just havin’ a cow! i was the frontier’s sharpest shot, i still am now! i’ll round you up, chaps! wrangle you in a snap! and pour a sarsaparilla in your skull, naw, this ain’t bull! my coffer’s full!

moo-hoo-hoo-hoo-ha-ha-haw!

giddyup git! this dogie’s always runnin’! lowdown hoedown, i’m bettin’ all in! you dang-blasted cups! say you’ll die standin’ up?
well, i’ll be happy to oblige and take the win! i’ve got riches
you’re in stitches, that’s right! yes, this cash cow’s gonna take the fight! i prime my attacks with the fattest of stacks! and i’ll ride off
in the night! infamy and fortune’s gonna be your doom
in my vacuum, ’cause i’m no molly moo!
stickin’ up the wild west, but it’s all smiles, ’cause i’m the rootin’-ist shootin’-ist outlaw in the inkwell isles!

moo haw!

what in tarnation– ahh hey!!!

[in 3, 2, 1, let’ sausage]
chorus

gasp! look what y’all made me do! i look like some ordinary sausage
that’d go in a stew! you think this is funny? i’ll make you mincemeat, too! i’m gonna make ya wish ya wasn’t born! that’s it! you know what they say about gettin’ the h-rns!
[esther winchester is tired of your bull]
you’ve too much mustard, think you took me down? my chuck’s been ground, i’m still the best shot in town! well, this hot dogie’s comin’ down to raise the “steaks” i’ll be your udder-ly worst-case scenario then you’ll be below the snakes!

chorus

here in the prairie, there ain’t no time to think, you’ll miss if you blink, get beaned by my sausage links! exchanged my shootin’ iron for somethin’ tin. to send you cups into a spin! this here town ain’t big enough for me and you this babe’s feelin’ blue, but esther’s still kickin’, true! good or bad or ugly, i’ve never been matched! except by the cups who’ve hatched a plan to bake themselves a wondertart!
faced the cow whose larceny was finer than art! stickin’ up the wild
west, but it’s all smiles! ’cause i’m the rootin’-ist! tootin’-ist! shootin’-ist! lootin’-ist! brute-in’-ist! moo-tin’-ist outlaw! but i’ll be quite frank. i know when i’m spanked! by the devil-defyin’ cups from the inkwell isles!

- mdhr juno songs

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